Bob is old. He’s played golf every day since his retirement in March.
One day he arrives home looking very downcast. “That’s it,” he tells his wife. “I’m giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I’ve hit the ball, I can’t see where it lands!”
His wife sympathizes. As they sit down for dinner she makes a suggestion: “Why don’t you take my brother with you and give it one more try.” “That’s no good, ” sighs Bob, “your brother is a 103 years old!” “He may be 103,” says the wife, “but his eyesight is perfect.”
So the next day, Bob heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes an almighty swing and squints down the fairway. He turns to his brother-in-law. “Did you see the ball?” “Of course I did! I have perfect eyesight,” says the brother-in-law.
“Well, where did it go?” asks Bob.